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Tom Jones
Tom Jones


Background information
Birth name Thomas John Woodward
Born June 7, 1940
Born place Trefforest, Pontypridd, Wales, UK
Genre(s) Pop
Blues
Blue-eyed soul
Years active 1963—present
Label(s) Epic Records
S-Curve Records
Columbia Records
V2 Records
Mercury Records
Interscope Records
Jive Records
Gut Records
ZTT Records
Website Website



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Tom Jones Album



1966
1.
2.
He'll Have To Go
3.
4.
5.
6.
My Mother's Eyes
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
All I Get From You Is Heartaches
12.
Mohair Sam
13.
Cool Water
14.
. . .


An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless
skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.

. . .

He'll Have To Go

[No lyrics]

. . .


Funny, Familiar, Forgotten Feelings

Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind
As I lay searching for sleep.
Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name
As she brushed a tear from my cheek.
And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings
started walkin' all over my mind.
It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad,
but a true love would not have gone wrong.
I'm just thankful for the good times we've had
for without them I could not go on,
With all these funny familiar forgotten feelings
walkin' all over my mind.
I must go on, be strong,
tho' a million teardrops may fall,
Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walk' all over my mind.

. . .


Some people say a man is made outta' mud
A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the store boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store.

. . .


Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
One wore blue
And one wore grey
One wore blue and one wore grey
As they marched along the way
A fife and drum began to play
All on a beautiful morning
One was gentle, one was kind
One was gentle, one was kind
One came home, one stayed behind
A cannonball don't pay no mind
A cannonball don't pay no mind
Though you're gentle or you're kind
It don't think of the folks behind

All on a beautiful morning
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
Two girls waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
One wore blue, and one wore black
One wore blue, and one wore black
Waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
All on a beautiful morning
One wore blue, and one wore black
Waiting by the railroad track
For their darlings to come back
All on a beautiful morning
All on a beautiful morning

. . .

My Mother's Eyes

[No lyrics]

. . .


The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arm reachin' smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize yes, I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home

. . .


Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire

And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
?

. . .


We met in a field of yellow daisies
Wild and young and free
And she picked a bouquet for me
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I...she'd go away..yeah
But they didn't say why
Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies
Where the air is warm, pure and sweet
Just as if the world is at your feet
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I
She'd go away.....yeah
But they didn't say why
I may fail like petals from a daisy
But for her love I'll always yearn
Each year when yellow daisies return
She loved me...she loved me not
The daisies didn't lie
They knew better than I
She'd go away.....yeahhhh
But they didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why
They didn't say why.........

. . .


I should have known from the start you would cause me the grief
Cause it tears me apart each time that you leave
Now you want to come back you say you'll be true
I know that I should I wish I could say no to you
Say no to you tell you it's over
Don't unpack your bags I don't love you anymore
Nights when you would slip away I pretend not to see
I have hoped that someday you would stop hurting me
Now I'm faced with the truth and I don't know what to do
I know I should I wish I could say no to you

. . .

All I Get From You Is Heartaches

[No lyrics]

. . .

Mohair Sam

[No lyrics]

. . .

Cool Water

[No lyrics]

. . .


Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
dear old papa, sister and brother,
I dreamed about the girl
who's been waiting for so long.

I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
oh, how I wanna go home!

Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City,
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
But by day, I make the cars,
and by night, I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines!

You know,
I rode a freight train north to Detroit City,
After all these years,
I find that I've just been wastin' my time.
So I think I'll take my foolish pride,
put on a south bound freight and ride,

Goin' back to the love ones,
The ones I left waitin' so far behind.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
oh, how want to go home.


. . .


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